Johnny is an eighteen year old playing his last year of high school basketball for the East New Orleans Hawks. He was having a breakout year averaging a triple-double every game as a six foot two ...
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I stared at the the courtroom bench in front of me, tracing the wood grain with my eyes. The scuff marks where jewelry had struck the top of the bench. The small nicks on the arm rest. The faint ...
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He is always here. No one can see him. Even I can’t see him; but I know he is there. I can feel him. The presence floats around me like a soap bubble that will never pop. Sometimes when I stand ...
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The yells for creations surround Yoshi as he learns the little things. He observes the chef chopping the onions, the silky folds falling from the orb, his fingers wandering down the length of the ...
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After my mind fully communicated my whereabouts to my eyes, I immediately realized that I didn’t want to be here. I quickly shut my eyes in hopes of catching another glimpse of that blissful dream. ...
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She didn’t want to do it anymore. Her breaths were coming out ragged and sharp, and her throat was extremely dry. She could feel the cold wrapping around her, like a large hand trying to choke her, ...
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It was fall, and the traffic lights were changing to gorgeous shades of yellow and red. Charlie Aires paid them no mind. He was pushing eighty, dropping speed only when one exit and then the next to ...
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Once upon a time and in a galaxy where the impossible can be possible there was a system of stars so beautiful and majestic you can find yourself getting lost In the glitters that fill up the dark ...
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I was fifteen years old when it happened. I lived with my family, which included my mom, dad, my sister Lea, and my brother John, who was the same age as me. John and I did everything together, ...
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It was a bright, cool, sunny morning in October in a small town in Maine close to the border. The population of this small town was about 1900 people. Every morning, the air smelled of fresh baked...
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Writers, please only submit one short story of less than 8000 characters and be sure that it addresses the theme of courage.

And remember, courage can exist in the largest of proclamations, in brave and thoughtful actions, and all the way down into the smallest, quiet moments of our lives, such as when a writer puts his or her pen to paper.